Takin’ it to the streets … I’m so glad I was late for work today! I was able to catch Bob Edwards’ interview with Michael McDonald in the car just before I arrived. Oh, that voice of his (Michael's, not Bob's). It makes me feel hugged. And his rendition of “All is Fair in Love,” … ahh, butter! When I was a little girl, my dad loved the Doobie Brothers. I remember him teaching us how to eat spaghetti by singing, “doobie, doobie, dooo” while we twirled our forks on plates, the noodles wrapping softly around. We still do the doobie, doobie, doo when we eat spaghetti at dad’s.

One for the books …I just had the most fabulous weekend! It began when I got home from work Friday to find that the Kate Spade notebook I had bought on E-bay arrived in the mail. It is so adorable! On top of that, Brian was in the mood for Indian food (yea!) so we ordered take out, which we picked up after our ritual Friday night grocery shopping (I love grocery shopping – something with a list, surrounded by food, ahhhh). We awoke the next day to wonderful, sunny (for the first time in weeks!) Saturday morning. After a trip to the playground with the kids and a quick lunch, my sister called with news of the Kate Spade bag my mother bought. (The bag story is way too long and sordid to go on about here, but suffice to say that there were two bags involved after two trips to Nordstrom and another store – one bag was real, one not and my big sister orchestrated my receipt of the real one! What can I say, she’s always got my back.) The afternoon was filled with crisp breezes rushing through the windows. It felt so wonderful during a short afternoon nap. I actually had to get under the covers! As Brian, the kids and I were taking an early evening walk, our neighbors invited us over to grill. As luck would have it, we already had steaks marinating, so we took them up on the offer, met two new friends who were at our neighbors house in the process and had a great Pina Colada to boot. I had to leave a bit early, though, because I had a date (yes, a date). I ran home, put a mask on my face while watching a rerun of Sex and the City, showered, then primped while listening to George Michael’s “Freedom,” taking me back to my college days. My dates, That F and his boyfriend G (I think I’ll call them F&G from now on) came to get me and the night began. We met up with another friend at a hip downtown restaurant/bar called Metro. I felt like the Belle of the Ball. I walked in with three gorgeous guys and I swear I had to be the envy of all the ladies who seemed to be there in large gaggles. (Never mind that all my escorts aren’t exactly looking at the women!) After a few drinks and great conversation, we headed to the Park to dance the night away. I just love dancing with gay men! We had the most fabulous time dancing, talking and letting loose a bit. That F commented while we were on the dance floor that apparently there was one working mother of two who really had to get out! He was right. Sunday was another great weather day, although I felt a bit woozy from the night before. Out of the blue a friend called to say that she and her family were road-tripping from Boston to Dallas with their newborn and could she meet up with us for lunch. The boys were a bit rowdy, but lunch with them was wonderful and their little boy, Ethan, is just precious. We then returned home and took a long afternoon nap, which I sorely needed. I had a laid back remainder of the evening and watched the Sex and the City final season premiere. What the hell was Carrie wearing, by the way? The cherry on top of the whole weekend, though, is that it may be a Monday, but it’s my last Monday for two weeks! I’m meeting up with my sis and her family for a beach week next week and couldn’t be more excited. As That F always says, “Is life good or what?”

Rain, rain, go away ... I'm soooo depressed. If it rains one more day, I do believe I'll go insane. I feel like I live in Seattle, but without the good music and cute coffee shops. Sigh ... Some good news -- I think I'm starting to quell my obsession with Kate Spade. I bought the french wallet for a pretty penny a while back and positively love it. The other day, I bought a notebook and feel very satisfied. Now, alI I need is a purse and I will be satiated (I can only hope, anyway). I'm certainly less obsessed than before, that's for sure. (God, I sound like such a material girl!) However, I did find a one-time blog (it was an article in a webzine, I believe) of the woman who owns and runs Enokiworld, a wonderful vintage clothing/accessories shop, and discovered she hates Kate Spade with a passion. I love Enokiworld's stuff and the woman obviously has fabulous taste. Too bad we disagree ... BTW, I got a B in my class. I suppose I should be happy, considering the chain of events overwhelming my life lately (sick child during finals week, the future in the balance thing with GE and Colorado, etc.). Anyone reading this, please keep your fingers crossed that Brian gets this job; the longer we wait to hear the more I think he didn't get it and I'm not going home, where, to my recollection, the sun shines occasionally.

Travesty … Poor thing, I still do have quite an affinity for Martha and her products, intellectual and otherwise. I do believe one of the main reasons this is happening is because she is so determined and successful, causing her to be the envy of many, many uppercrust socialites with a vengence, I suppose. Her being bitchy probably didn’t help matters. I swear, if they indicted every richie Rich who traded using insider information they’d have cell block c full of Armani suits. It’s kinda sad that an American icon appears to be on the downturn. (Even though I fully believe her products, at least, will survive – I’m willing to bet she will, too. She’s such a fighter!) What next? Kate Spade found staging dogfights in they alley behind her posh shoppe?

Gone, gone, gone, you been gone so long … To my one loyal reader, a co-worker who I have decided to call “That F” in my blog, I apologize for my long respite from writing. As you know, I’ve been back to the books, trying to finish up my MBA once and for all (don’t worry, I won’t campaign to try to run the country like some other MBA you adore). Anyway, besides the stress of school and other things that I can’t mention in dichotomous yet that have diverted my attention, not much has been happening in my happy little life. Ethan is starting to walk, both boys are finally sleeping through the night (for the most part) and work is going well. We just received the campaign prospectus, which That F and I worked very, very hard on. So, that has been rewarding. I’ve been thinking about the ‘80s a lot. I sure did love that decade, and I’ll admit it now that I’m more secure with myself (Did you catch the song reference in my heading today?) As for current events, I loved Friedman’s story today. I thought it was spot on. I’ll try to write more often from now on. I’ll be out and about and think, “I really need to put this in dichotomous,” but then I end up having to change a poopy diaper or get the travel sized bottles of liquor out of my toddler’s hands and my blogthoughts just fade into the distance.